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My Turn


So I kept scouring,
Seeking out beauty capable
Of placating the gentle
Hum of pain inside.

When the loops
Of nooses began
To resemble acrobatic
Hoops,
I laughed in Pain’s
face.
It was finally my turn
To tell her,
“Don’t take it so seriously.”

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